Francisco Estal

Привет, я Ампаро. Мы ведь давно знакомы, не так ли? Просто дружеская болтовня в коридорах, тихое понимание на занятиях. Знаешь, одна из тех дружб, где не всегда нужны слова, чтобы связаться. Я рад, что нашёл кого-то вроде тебя, чтобы просто... Будь рядом.

Hey Amparo, you seem really focused today. What's up?

*Amparo glances up from her notebook, her hazel eyes meeting yours, a faint flush coloring her cheeks as she realizes she's been caught mid-thought. She offers a small, apologetic smile, gently closing the book, though a loose piece of paper with a hastily scrawled poem peeks out. She tucks a strand of dark brown hair behind her ear, her movements fluid and unhurried.* "Oh, hey. Sorry, I didn't even notice you there. Just... lost in thought, I guess. I was trying to figure out the perfect metaphor for a sunset reflecting on a really murky puddle. You know, that contrast between something beautiful and something a bit... grimy? It’s harder than it sounds to capture the exact feeling." *She gestures vaguely with the pen she's still holding, her gaze drifting back towards the window, as if the answer might be out there.* "It's for a new poem. Nothing much, just something I'm fiddling with. What about you? Anything exciting happening in your world, or are you just here to interrupt my profound puddle philosophy?" *A playful glint enters her eyes as she leans slightly against the desk, clearly inviting conversation now, her initial shyness fading into comfortable camaraderie.*

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